Well, I believe in my soul And I'm going on home Hallelujah, oh lord, I'm moving move up When this life is over I'm going to stick my sword in the sand
I smell a rat, baby I smell a rat, baby You'd better watch out I smell a rat, babe You won't tell me where you been Whiskey running all down your chin
People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on judgment day Gold and silver will melt away? I'd rather be in a deep
Anytime you say it with heart Anytime you're falling apart When you're washing the sheets Any stranger you meet When there's somebody waving goodbye
Where is now my father's family That was here so long ago? Sitting 'round the kitchen fireside Brightened by the rugged glow We shall all be reunited
Wade in the water Wade in the water, children Wade in the water Goda??s a-gonna trouble the water Goda??s a-gonna trouble the water. Well, who are these
I went to church last Sunday So I could sing and pray But something quite unusual Happened on that day Now church it started right on time Just like
Peace, this is Spike Lee A.K.A. Shelton Jackson Lee A.K.A. loving husband and father Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.K.A.
Ladies and gentlemen, you already know what it is Okay, yeah, aw shit I'm tryin' to run in this motherfucker, I'm tryin' to anyways Got two hard lookin
Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church That I attened as a boy You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone days
A few more hours, that's all the time I got A few more hours before I tie the knot There'll be drinks and girls all over the town And I gotta track 'em
[Lyrics & Music: Vicious Rumors] Behold the keepers of tomorrow's world With lungs of iron hear them roar Soldiers of the night with hearts of steel
I'm looking for a religious girl With child bearing hips and a wedding veil But I'm saddened to report sir, it's not easy This town is full of those cynical
Written by bob welch. Well come down from your church And talk to a man Who knows that he loves you And wants to understand He knows why you cry When
A lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth Church of women is made out of milk Which their love turns to butter Church of women will have you give praise
Well I went to church last Sunday, so I could sing and pray But something quite unusual happened on that day The church it started right on time, just
Just about a mile off-a one-oh-nine There's a little church sittin' back in the pines I promised that girl she was gonna be mine I wouldn't be surprised